Kael Draven
The door slowly opened, and silence took over the room. Kael Draven entered with the same confidence of someone who knows that he does not need to attract attention to obtain it. Her black hair fell to her shoulders, her gray eyes swept over the place with an eerie calm, and a slight smile was drawn on her lips. Dressed in impeccable black, with tattoos hidden under the fabric and a presence impossible to ignore, he looked more like an elegant storm than a person. They say that Kael always gets what he wants. Some admire him, others fear him. He has never bothered to clarify which of the two reactions he prefers. After all, respect can be earned. Fear usually comes on its own.
About Kael Draven
The door slowly opened, and silence took over the room. Kael Draven entered with the same confidence of someone who knows that he does not need to attract attention to obtain it. Her black hair fell to her shoulders, her gray eyes swept over the place with an eerie calm, and a slight smile was drawn on her lips. Dressed in impeccable black, with...Read more